February 23, 2014
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Manly Men Doing Manly Things
Good morning morons and moronettes and welcome to AoSHQ's prestigious Sunday Morning Book Thread.
More Manly Poets
This is a topic I've touched on before, but it's always worth a revisit. Moron commenter 'Taro Tsujimoto' enjoys reading manly poetry written by manly men, poems with, as he says, "big brass huevos", and submitted a few of his favorites.
Dulce et Decorum Est, by Wilfred Owen (one of my personal favorites) is probably one of the most beautiful anti-war poems you'll ever read, and by "beautiful" I mean "intensely horrific". It's a description of a poison gas attack on a small group of soldiers, and one of them doesn't get his mask on in time. You should really read it out loud to get the feel and rhythm of the words.
According to Owen's bio at poets.org, he was wounded in battle in 1917. But
Owen rejoined his regiment in Scarborough, June 1918, and in August returned to France. He was awarded the Military Cross for bravery at Amiens. He was killed on November 4 of that year while attempting to lead his men across the Sambre canal at Ors. He was 25 years old. The news reached his parents on November 11, the day of the Armistice.
Dude hated the war, yet tried to do his duty in combat even though it cost him his life. You can't get much more manly than that.
WWI was a good war to be "anti-" about.
And some poems really do need to be read aloud to get the full effect. For example, Free Fall by Greg Ferguson is a modern retelling of man's temptation and fall from grace based on Genesis 3. But listening to this dramatic reading in the short film video at this link is, in my opinion, a lot better than just reading the text.
WWI (or the aftermath) was also the inspiration for The Second Coming, by W. B. Yeats, written in 1919. This is the poem that contains that famous line "The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity" which comes to mind in this age's political and cultural battles every time one on our side betrays us, chickens out, or sells us down the river. Which, as we all know, occurs with depressing regularity.
But it's a thoroughly creepy poem, and it helps to read it in a dimly-lit room with bad weather going on outside.
I remember Simon and Garfunkle's musical version of Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem Richard Cory from their Sounds of Silence album. The whole poem is nothing but a set-up for the last line, which Taro call "the greatest sucker punch in literature." He also says he would love to hear suggestion from other morons on "manly-man kickass poems."
I have a couple of manly poem candidates: Ice Handler by Carl Sandburg (flannel shirts and fisticuffs), and High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Magee, the son of far east missionaries, enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force in 1940. He was killed in a training flight accident at age 19.

Got Yours?
Ugh
In anybody's list of most loathesome politicians, Florida's Charlie Crist probably ranks pretty close to the top. Well, he wrote a book that even made The New Republic gag. Even with the liberal boob bait title The Party's Over: How the Extreme Right Highjacked the GOP and I Became a Democrat, they still thought it sucked bowling balls:
Crist has written...a dishonest and boring memoir. But by the end of this slim volume, a self-justifying account of why Crist switched parties, pathos overwhelms the sheer awfulness of the book. Crist is such a political hack, and so unable to talk or sound like a normal human being, that he actually provides a window into the soul-destroying business of politics.
I must admit the schadenfreude from this is making me feel all warm and toasty.
It's nice to see Crist getting a little payback - after spending much of his career crapping on the party he claimed to be a member of, it's obvious that his new Democrat BFFs don't much care much for him, either. Like Arlen Specter, another ego-driven opportunist who made John Kerry look humble and principled by comparison, Crist's career more or less sputtered out like a wet squib. No one's going to buy his crappy book, either. Of course, in a truly just world, Crist and Specter would be handing out towels in men's restrooms, but just having them out of office and out of public life is good enough for now.
I Think My Irony Meter Just Twitched
Heh. Free Kindle Books and How to Find Them is now available. Price: $2.99.
I would much prefer the spirit behind this book, even though the author was a filthy hippie. In fact, I think he was the king of the filthy hippies.
Where Do Those Lovely Ampersands On This Blog Come From?
According to this Puffington Host piece, '&' used to be a letter:
Ampersand
Until as recently as the early 1900s the ampersand, &, was considered a letter of the alphabet and was listed after Z in twenty-seventh place. At the time it was common practice to use the Latin phrase per se ("by itself") to differentiate between individual letters and single-character words -- so A would be A per se, I would be I per se, and so on -- and so to avoid confusion between & and "and," the alphabet would usually finish with a final "X, Y, Z and per se &." This and per se and eventually ran together, and the ampersand was born.
This sounds a bit on the contrived side to me, but what do I know?
But even so, I thought the article, which discussed the origins of 10 other words (such as paraphernalia, handicap, deadline, for example) is worth a read.
And here are some free ampersands for you non-Premium AoSHQ members:
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The Job of Writing
From the earlier manly poets thread, I noticed a reference to an article written by Larry Correia from his Monster Hunter Nation blog entitled How to be a Professional Author. Lots of good stuff in it. The section titles are:
Writing isnÂ’t Mystical Bullshit. It is your Job.
WriterÂ’s Block is a Filthy Lie
Everybody has a “Muse”
DonÂ’t Listen to Artsy-Fartsy Chumps
Education versus Paying Rent
Correia references one of his earlier blog posts, Time Management for Writers, which also has lots of good stuff.
I've always known that good writing takes a lot of self-discipline, including dragging yourself to your desk to write even when you don't feel like it, even if you don't feel "inspired". I had some writing pretensions years ago, but I see now why they never went anywhere, and that is my almost complete lack of any kind of discipline.
But enough about me. Read Correia's articles, all ye aspiring writers and be wise.
Thanks to moron commenter 'BornLib'.
Unfamiliar Books, Familiar Authors
An interesting piece that discusses some little-known books by famous authors, but a lot of the authors I've never heard of, either, so those were kind of lost on me. However, here are some on the list that caught my eye:
Invitation to a Beheading by Vladimir Nabokov
Romola by George Eliot
The Ruby in the Smoke by Phillip Pullman (a mystery by the author of the 'Dark Materials' YA novels)
The Red House Mystery by A.A. Milne (what!? The 'Pooh' books guy wrote something else? Yes, he did, and this mystery novel was quite popular in its day. Now, not so much. But the good news is that it's available on Kindle for free).
Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson. Jackson is known chiefly for one monumentally creepy short story, 'The Lottery', but she's written a lot of other creepy stuff, too. Such as this one. Also, The Haunting of Hill House which has been made into a movie a couple of times and We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
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So that's all for this week. As always, book thread tips, suggestions, rumors, threats, and insults may be sent to OregonMuse, Proprietor, AoSHQ Book Thread, at aoshqbookthread, followed by the 'at' sign, and then 'G' mail, and then dot cee oh emm.
What have you all been reading this week? Hopefully something good, because, as I keep saying, life is too short to be reading lousy books.
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We complemented each other. As it was meant to be.
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ONCE I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Ay, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
“Will he prevail?”
“Surely,” replied this other;
“His grandfathers beat them many times.”
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers,—
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains. — Stephen Crane
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I am now hoping to similarly combine other entries. There are near misses.
Let's see. "Rescue Kitten From Tree" and "Drink Glenlivet 18 Neat". I have rescued a kitten from a tree. And I had been drinking at the time, which made the process simultaneously entertaining and harrowing, but sadly I had not been drinking neat Glenlivet. Missed it by *that* much. (Please remit all gift shipments of single malt FOB this blog.)
Others? "Carry Buckskin Knife" and "Earn Huge Face Scar". I do carry a knife on occasion but have as yet not managed to inflict a huge face scar on myself with it. Perhaps I need to drink more Scotch before using the knife. That should do the trick. Also, I would really prefer to carry a karambit or a kukri instead of a buckskin. Although I would probably cut my head off with the kukri instead of getting the face scar, so there's that.
And, finally, if I could overlap "Kill 12 Point Buck With Bow" and "Stop Purse Snatcher", that would be sweet. I've already stopped a 12-pointer (with an old heavy Chevy late at night), so all I have to do now is use a bow to kill a purse snatcher.
Posted by: torquewrench at February 23, 2014 06:31 AM (gqT4g)
He reeled and on Herminius
he leaned one breathing space,
then like a wildcat mad with wounds
sprang right at Astor's face.
Through teeth and skull and helmet
so fierce a thrust he sped
the good sword stood a hand breadth
out behind the Tuscan's head......
On Astor's throat Horatius right firmly
pressed his heel
and thrice and four times tugged amain
'ere he wrenched out the steel.
"And see," he cried. "fair guests
the welcome that waits you here,
what noble Lucomo comes forth next
to taste our Roman cheer?"
Macaulay-"The Lays of Ancient Rome"
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Speaking of my book group, we've begun Death in a Family by James Agee which is a pleasant surprise since I didn't know what to expect in it. His writing reminds me of Faulkner in a way because one stream of consciousness narration where you didn't know whose voice it was struck me as somewhat similar to the beginning of Sound and Fury where you didn't know WTF was going on. A very good portrait of life in the South in the early 20th century.
I'm to the point in "Red Fortress" by Catherine Merridale where Ivan the Terrible's maggot covered carcass is dead (what a major cocksucker he was; killing his son in a murderous insane rage and destroying any prefered heir that he had; not to mention just uprooting his entire entourage and capriciously relocating elsewhere in the country while everybody in Moscow is wondering WTF) and we're on to his mildly retarded son taking over and being a pretty good guy amidst all the snakes around him. We're also introduced to Boris Godunov, which belatedly makes me realize the erudite nature of Rocky and Bullwinkle having the spy Boris Badenov.
Made some progress in Gibbon where he's talking about all the different factions in Italy in the eleventh century. Specifically he's now talking about the Normans (who I finally realize came from the Normandy area of France; yes I'm an idiot sometimes in not putting things together) landing there through going on pilgrimages and being asked there by the Lombards to getting rid of the fucking Saracens, which they did. The trouble is once they were there they liked the place and decided to set up permanent camp there, which some of the locals weren't very happy about. The Byzantines tried to buy them off to go fight the Persians to which they said "Fuck that shit" and Pope Leo tried to get rid of them and they kicked his ass while still looking up to him. Maybe they needed comprehensive immigration reform. As is usual with Gibbon, he narrates that in some of the most incomprehensible prose possible, making you reread it to make sure you understand just what the fuck he's saying. At this point, I'm just finishing it to say that I did it but it is one fucking slog of a series of books.
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Posted by: no good deed at February 23, 2014 06:43 AM (vBhbc)
jakeman?
"Writer's block" is one of those weird things that may or may not be true- depending.
I wrote ad copy and magazine articles for years. When my late second wife insisted we move away from "that first wife's house"- on the Back River here? I completely dried up.
Could not write a word. I attributed it to "not being near the moving waters."
Hell, who knows? Soon as she died young and unexpectedly, I couldn't stop writing.
"So it goes...."
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Comments like this are why the book threads are the best.
Posted by: Captain Hate at February 23, 2014 06:47 AM (lX1xQ)
I suppose that the first half of the book could be slow for those not interested in the history of the underlying physics that lead to the bomb, but I recommend that you stick with it. The interplay between the history, physics and personalities of the people involved is fascinating.
Posted by: pep at February 23, 2014 06:47 AM (6TB1Z)
Posted by: Retired Buckeye Cop at February 23, 2014 06:48 AM (1htQa)
I've never had to write for a living, but I find that forcing myself to work at any cognitively demanding task, when I don't feel like doing it, is a recipe for low productivity and low quality. And, if it's something I'm still figuring out how to do, it's also a recipe for a low learning rate.
If you're having consistent trouble getting into the sweet spot where you have high energy and enthusiasm for what you're trying to get done, which is also the spot where you are getting it done with good results, perhaps there are problems elsewhere (health, nutrition, sleep, exercise, romance) which are quietly subverting your effort. Take inventory of those.
Or, and the possibility must be admitted, that what you're trying to get done is just not something you'll ever be good at no matter how much warm regard you have for that field, and no matter how much sweatingly diligent self-forced time is put into it.
Separating the topic from writing, consider those sad sacks who have spent a hundred thousand hours of steady practice trying to be guitar gods and who still really can't play the instrument worth a damn.
Posted by: torquewrench at February 23, 2014 06:48 AM (gqT4g)
For my money the best "guy" poet that ever lived
His work was so famous and so commonly taught in school - at least before WWII - that there were Warner Brothers cartoons in the 30's that were riffs on his poems - and everyone was expected to get the joke.
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Darkness Visible is another good but very disturbing work.
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http://www.metacafe.com/watch/8566374/epitaph_for_an_army_of_mercenaries/
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Posted by: Retired Buckeye Cop at February 23, 2014 07:12 AM (1htQa)
Then there are words which are almost poetry, like this line from Herman Melville in Moby Dick:
"...there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he forever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than the other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.”
Then there are overrated hacks like Maya Angelou. This is one of hers:
"Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time."
Wow, that's the best the Poet Laureate of the United States can come up with? That's your idea of a poetic statement? What a mistress of the language you are. How profound and fitting. You're like a virus, you overindulged hack.
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Posted by: WalrusRex at February 23, 2014 07:16 AM (E+uky)
Have any of you read them, and if so, what are your opinions?
Posted by: Empire1 at February 23, 2014 07:17 AM (Vw9Ad)
Have to agree.
Glenlivet is whiskey with training wheels.
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Posted by: Judge Pug at February 23, 2014 07:22 AM (6Nj7A)
50 I don't think much fiction is written for men. Manliest writer I have read is probably Nelson DeMille.
Posted by: CausticConservative
Come over here and I'll kick your ass for you. And whoever this Nelson guy is.
Posted by: Mickey Spillane at February 23, 2014 07:22 AM (6TB1Z)
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Posted by: Hrothgar 2+2=4 for most values of 2 and 4 at February 23, 2014 07:41 AM (o3MSL)
My dad raved about Kingsley Amis, he tried to get me to read Lucky Jim, but I just couldn't get into it. But that was over 30 years ago, maybe it's worth another look.
Posted by: OregonMuse at February 23, 2014 07:41 AM (fTJ5O)
Posted by: pep at February 23, 2014 07:43 AM (6TB1Z)
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at February 23, 2014 07:43 AM (TWrD6)
Posted by: WalrusRex at February 23, 2014 07:45 AM (E+uky)
Posted by: Retired Buckeye Cop at February 23, 2014 11:12 AM (1htQa)
Some people say the Russians did most of the fighting but in reality they did most of the dying due to their asshole leaders.
Posted by: Judge Pug at February 23, 2014 11:22 AM (6Nj7A)"
90% of the Wehrmacht served on the Russian front. 90% of the German casualties were on the Russian front.
What does that sound like to you?
Posted by: Plutarcho Elias Calles at February 23, 2014 07:45 AM (BcCwi)
Ode on a Union Thug?
Yeah, that's pretty much it. But the union thug is quite manly in the way he goes about punching out scabs.
Posted by: OregonMuse at February 23, 2014 07:45 AM (fTJ5O)
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Posted by: Hrothgar 2+2=4 for most values of 2 and 4 at February 23, 2014 07:48 AM (o3MSL)
I just finished reading Tom Clancy's <strong>Threat Vector</strong>. Growing awareness of China's push for domination in the South China Sea and the country's tech advancements in cyberwar reaffirm Clancy as a visionary. It's a page turner.
Posted by: KBDay at February 23, 2014 07:49 AM (SwOZF)
Posted by: naturalfake at February 23, 2014 11:34 AM (KBvAm)
I know a woman who's a big Crews fan. She also likes sex and talking about it a lot.
Posted by: Captain Hate at February 23, 2014 07:49 AM (lX1xQ)
Posted by: doug at February 23, 2014 11:33 AM (WEqwO)
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Did you? I was very disappointed in it. I thought the plot twist was lame and underdeveloped, and without justified motivation. Last night I read the final few chapters, turned the last page expecting there to be more to the story, and was astonished to find out that indeed, that was all there was to it.
I usually enjoy Jonathon Kellerman's books, but not this latest one. I find overall I much prefer his wife Faye Kellerman's "Peter Decker" series.
Posted by: grammie winger at February 23, 2014 07:51 AM (oMKp3)
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Posted by: Todd W at February 23, 2014 11:09 AM (lrkg9)"
I don't think it is too strong to call it anti-Muslim hate pr0n. I've read the whole series and loved it.
Another book by Tom Kratman is Caliphate. It is available on Kindle right now for free. I strongly recommend it.
Posted by: Obnoxious A-hole at February 23, 2014 07:54 AM (BcCwi)
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Posted by: doug at February 23, 2014 08:01 AM (WEqwO)
If I find I do not like them, I will be coming after whoever recommended these to reimburse me for full purchase price times ten.
Since I got them from the public library, I figure that comes out to about zero including sales tax, give or take a few cents.
Posted by: grammie winger at February 23, 2014 08:01 AM (oMKp3)
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Must,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man
Ale man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 08:06 AM (xq1UY)
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You've just written my entire biography in one sentence. Muse. Not bad for someone with no discipline of any kind.
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Posted by: Þe Political Hat at February 23, 2014 08:12 AM (AymDN)
Thanks to my l33t status on this here smart military blog.
Posted by: OregonMuse at February 23, 2014 08:13 AM (fTJ5O)
Posted by: coriolianus snw at February 23, 2014 08:14 AM (Jsiw/)
Not poetry, but Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin series is pretty damn manly. You can't get more manly than being the captain of a British ship during the Napoleanic Wars.
In a discussion of manly authors, I'm surprised Hemingway's name hasn't come up yet. (I'm not a great fan of his.) Hemingway loved to eat onion sandwiches, a fact that helps explain why he had 4 wives.
Orwell wasn't Mr. Macho - but he was a socialist who was manly enough to tell the truth about what Stalin's stooges were doing in Spain during their Civil War, something the rest of the literary cocksuckers who went to fight on the Republican side were too cowed to do. And as if that didn't piss off the left enough, he went on to write Animal Farm and 1984. He had enough courage to tell the truth.
Posted by: Donna and V. (no ampersand) at February 23, 2014 08:14 AM (R3gO3)
Yvor Winters, An Elegy: for the USN dirigible Macon
At the Museum of the US Air Force near Dayton, there is a display case where you can push a button and hear a tape recording of Magee's mother reading "High Flight."
They keep pretty good care of their museum, but it stills gets dusty in there.
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 08:14 AM (xq1UY)
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Posted by: Tammy al-Thor at February 23, 2014 08:16 AM (Pfvig)
http://tinyurl.com/l7q5wvz
Friend loaned me their copy of Neptune's Inferno to read.
Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at February 23, 2014 08:16 AM (T0LzR)
Only if a bushel of broken glass is thrown in there first.
Not poetry, but Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin series is pretty damn manly. You can't get more manly than being the captain of a British ship during the Napoleanic Wars.
Ahem. Rum, sodomy and the lash. (Churchill)
Posted by: pep at February 23, 2014 08:17 AM (6TB1Z)
Posted by: Tuna at February 23, 2014 08:17 AM (M/TDA)
And spoiled the rhyme pattern.
The greatest writers have the greatest editors.
Care to jump in and really help a Housman out here?
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 08:18 AM (xq1UY)
Yes. Mrs. Muse is going through this series via audiobook and she assures me they are indeed, quite manly.
Posted by: OregonMuse at February 23, 2014 08:18 AM (fTJ5O)
Posted by: coriolianus snw at February 23, 2014 12:14 PM (Jsiw/)
I couldn't remember if that was the one you and others were talking about.
Not poetry, but Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin
series is pretty damn manly. You can't get more manly than being the
captain of a British ship during the Napoleanic Wars.
Posted by: Donna and V. (no ampersand) at February 23, 2014 12:14 PM (R3gO3)
I've convinced my book group to read that in the near future.
Posted by: Captain Hate at February 23, 2014 08:19 AM (lX1xQ)
Posted by: Goldilocks at February 23, 2014 08:19 AM (ez1qi)
Posted by: Flatbush Joe at February 23, 2014 08:19 AM (ZPrif)
Posted by: Captain Hate at February 23, 2014 08:20 AM (lX1xQ)
Silk curtains. And the carpet is clean! Thanks, Carol!
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 08:20 AM (xq1UY)
That Housman poem looks OK to me. Is the formatting supposed to be different?
Posted by: OregonMuse at February 23, 2014 08:21 AM (fTJ5O)
Posted by: FenelonSpoke at February 23, 2014 08:24 AM (XyM/Y)
Posted by: Tammy al-Thor at February 23, 2014 08:26 AM (Pfvig)
Posted by: Donna and V. (no ampersand) at February 23, 2014 08:28 AM (R3gO3)
Another fave - "The Young British Soldier" by Kipling.
"When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch,
She's human as you are, you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier...
"When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains,
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier..."
Posted by: Taro Tsujimoto at February 23, 2014 08:28 AM (celt+)
Posted by: Tammy al-Thor at February 23, 2014 08:29 AM (Pfvig)
Posted by: doug at February 23, 2014 08:31 AM (WEqwO)
I
Against the burly air I strode
Crying the miracles of God.
And first I brought the sea to bear
Upon the dead weight of the land;
And the waves flourished at my prayer,
The rivers spawned their sand.
And where the streams were salt and full
The tough pig-headed salmon strove,
Ramming the ebb, in the tide's pull,
To reach the steady hills above.
II
The second day I stood and saw
The osprey plunge with triggered claw,
Feathering blood along the shore,
To lay the living sinew bare.
And the third day I cried: "Beware
The soft-voiced owl, the ferret's smile,
The hawk's deliberate stoop in air,
Cold eyes, and bodies hooped in steel,
Forever bent upon the kill."
III
And I renounced, on the fourth day,
This fierce and unregenerate clay,
Building as a huge myth for man
The watery Leviathan,
And made the long-winged albatross
Scour the ashes of the sea
Where Capricorn and Zero cross,
A brooding immortality -
Such as the charmed phoenix had
In the unwithering tree.
IV
The phoenix burns as cold as frost;
And, like a legendary ghost,
The phantom-bird goes wild and lost,
Upon a pointless ocean tossed.
So, the fifth day, I turned again
To flesh and blood and the world's pain.
V
On the sixth day, as I rode
In haste about the works of God,
With spurs I plucked the horse's blood.
By blood we live, the hot, the cold,
To ravage and redeem the world:
There is no bloodless myth will hold.
And by Christ's blood are men made free
Though in close shrouds their bodies lie
Under the rough pelt of the sea;
Though Earth has rolled beneath her weight
The bones that cannot bear the light.
Posted by: lurker_above at February 23, 2014 08:31 AM (92pbI)
Posted by: ts eliot at February 23, 2014 08:31 AM (3MNCs)
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who carried his balls in a bucket
Posted by: Sticky Wicket at February 23, 2014 08:35 AM (0IhFx)
Posted by: rickl at February 23, 2014 08:37 AM (sdi6R)
Posted by: Tuna at February 23, 2014 08:39 AM (M/TDA)
Posted by: Elinor at February 23, 2014 08:40 AM (TCqhy)
Posted by: FenelonSpoke at February 23, 2014 08:40 AM (XyM/Y)
Silk curtains. And the carpet is clean! Thanks, Carol!
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 12:20 PM (xq1UY)
Stringer Davis, just because it's fuzzy does not mean it's carpet.
Posted by: Steck at February 23, 2014 08:40 AM (5i94q)
The original was not ribald. Merely a Northeastern dialect joke.
There was an old man from Nantucket
Who kept all his gold in a bucket.
His daughter, named Nan
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket? Nantucket.
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 08:40 AM (xq1UY)
Posted by: Billy the Mountain at February 23, 2014 08:40 AM (+nZ2x)
Hrothgar 2+2=4 ?
It was the strangest thing- I have written all my life, from childhood. By the Atlantic Ocean when I grew on it. At Riverside- my first late wife's house-- I sat by the river and wrote all the time. For pay, for fun.
As soon as we moved to the waterless South End here, I could not write a word. It was maddening. This went on from 1987 to Emmy's death in 2010. Then the floodgates opened and I could not stop writing....
Posted by: backhoe at February 23, 2014 08:41 AM (ULH4o)
Posted by: AmishDude at February 23, 2014 08:41 AM (xSegX)
Posted by: FenelonSpoke at February 23, 2014 08:43 AM (XyM/Y)
You started it now let's hear the rest of it. I have a picture in my mind and need to know where to go with it.
Heck, I don't even remember...but there were two versions. One was raunchy, the other was about golf.
Posted by: Sticky Wicket at February 23, 2014 08:43 AM (0IhFx)
Posted by: Tuna at February 23, 2014 08:43 AM (M/TDA)
Here are Things I didn't know:
1) K's native language is French.
2) K was chief psychiatric resident at Mass General.
3) K is a chess nut.
4) Man, can K ever write beautiful English prose!
Posted by: mnw at February 23, 2014 08:45 AM (68RU9)
Posted by: Elinor at February 23, 2014 08:51 AM (TCqhy)
Posted by: Goldilocks at February 23, 2014 08:54 AM (ez1qi)
http://sasswritersgroup.blogspot.com/
Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at February 23, 2014 08:55 AM (T0LzR)
http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/servant_when_he_reigneth.html
Posted by: Grandma Mimi at February 23, 2014 09:04 AM (u5LFV)
Heh. My Russian prof claims that when they reformed spelling back in the '20s and got rid of most of the hard signs, War ampersand Peace lost 100 pages.
Posted by: Anachronda at February 23, 2014 09:04 AM (U82Km)
Posted by: Emily at February 23, 2014 09:11 AM (7Rn+/)
Took me back to the Sixties, in more ways than one. Ah, manliness.
Posted by: Stringer Davis at February 23, 2014 09:13 AM (xq1UY)
Posted by: Achilles at February 23, 2014 09:21 AM (oj0hw)
Posted by: Hrothgar 2+2=4 for most values of 2 and 4 at February 23, 2014 09:25 AM (o3MSL)
Posted by: Tuna at February 23, 2014 09:35 AM (M/TDA)
Posted by: mindul webworker — punchy at February 23, 2014 09:39 AM (Jh9QN)
And there's always "Horatius at the Bridge" by Macaulay.
But Robert E. Howard is right up there in the top flight. Sadly, most of his best stuff isn't in the public domain.
Posted by: Luke at February 23, 2014 09:56 AM (32FX2)
Posted by: Sam at February 23, 2014 09:56 AM (Tgd6y)
Posted by: Seamus Muldoon at February 23, 2014 10:01 AM (g4TxM)
Posted by: Mustbequantum at February 23, 2014 10:19 AM (MIKMs)
I call bullshit.
Posted by: Anon Y. Mous at February 23, 2014 10:21 AM (IN7k+)
Posted by: BornLib at February 23, 2014 10:23 AM (zpNwC)
Posted by: jscd3 at February 23, 2014 10:48 AM (IhcR5)
Not only that, but the guy actually made a living as a poet, without any government grants. His books sold in the marketplace.
Here's an undeservedly obscure Service poem: "The Ballad of Lenin's Tomb". Once that came out, his stuff was no longer acceptable in Commie-land. There is a Robert Service web site, and you can find that poem on it. Every Moron should read it!
Posted by: Alberta Oil Peon at February 23, 2014 10:24 AM (60Q+L)
SAY not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light;
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
But westward, look, the land is bright!
Also, this week I re-read a biography of H.L. Mencken, and followed up by starting his The American Language. Someone accused him of being a socialist, and I was certain they were wrong, but wanted to refresh my memory just to be sure.
In Sci Fi, I have been re-reading the Commodore Grimes books by A. Bertram Chandler. As a former merchant marine officer, he had a pretty good feel for relations between crew members on a ship, and made that a pretty important part of his stories.
Posted by: CQD at February 23, 2014 10:38 AM (L9te5)
Posted by: Votermom at February 23, 2014 10:44 AM (GSIDW)
Posted by: Mr. Dave at February 23, 2014 11:54 AM (RlEsx)
Speaking of "manly men," here's Mike Vanderboegh at a recent TEA Party rally. Jebus. What a leader!
Posted by: RushBabe at February 23, 2014 10:46 AM (hrIP5)
Posted by: Elinor at February 23, 2014 10:48 AM (TCqhy)
Posted by: Mike Hammer at February 23, 2014 10:51 AM (aDwsi)
Posted by: tomaig at February 23, 2014 10:53 AM (XEb+7)
Posted by: tomc at February 23, 2014 10:55 AM (avEuh)
Blood thought he knew the
native mind;
He said you must be firm, but kind.
A mutiny resulted.
I shall never forget the way
That Blood stood upon this awful day
Preserved us all from death.
He stood upon a little mound
Cast his lethargic eyes around,
And said beneath his breath:
'Whatever happens, we have got
The Maxim Gun, and they have not.'
"The Modern Traveller"
Hilaire Belloc
Posted by: Pave Low John at February 23, 2014 11:19 AM (LBDKv)
Posted by: Votermom at February 23, 2014 11:32 AM (GSIDW)
Posted by: Mr. Dave at February 23, 2014 11:54 AM (RlEsx)
Posted by: GGE of the Moron Horde, NC Chapter at February 23, 2014 11:37 AM (yh0zB)
Posted by: BornLib at February 23, 2014 11:47 AM (zpNwC)
Posted by: Orchidoptera at February 23, 2014 12:09 PM (RG5hz)
I am afraid that you are correct, I read the first one a couple of weeks ago and am now on the third one. Luckily I do not have to wait for the author to write more.
Also finished Killer Nurse by John Foxjohn, non fiction, about the nurse in Lufkin who murdered/assaulted dialysis patients by putting bleach in their machines. Highly recommend for anyone who like true crime.
Posted by: Charlotte at February 23, 2014 12:21 PM (xqiXc)
Thank you for your kind words, the book thread is a lot of fun to do every week, and I'm grateful to the moron horde who make it what it is.
Posted by: OregonMuse at February 23, 2014 12:51 PM (fTJ5O)
Posted by: Fritzworth at February 23, 2014 01:53 PM (7svyX)
Posted by: Fritzworth at February 23, 2014 01:55 PM (7svyX)
“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.”
Done, or trained to do, almost all of them, without having to stretch definitions more than just a tiny bit in a couple of cases.
Posted by: Rolf at February 23, 2014 01:55 PM (+O7nZ)
Posted by: SE Pa Moron [/i] at February 23, 2014 02:16 PM (CnA98)
Posted by: John F. MacMichael at February 23, 2014 03:02 PM (ngEnv)
Posted by: Votermom at February 23, 2014 03:39 PM (GSIDW)
According to Sony Pictures: "Oakland A's general manager Billy Beane (Brad Pitt) challenges the system and defies conventional wisdom when his is forced to rebuild his small-market team on a limited budget. Despite opposition from the old guard, the media, fans and their own field manager (Philip Seymour Hoffman), Beane - with the help of a young, number-crunching, Yale-educated economist (Jonah Hill) - develops a roster of misfits...and along the way, forever changes the way the game is played."
I have to admit that the movie is a strong adaptation of the book. But I still do not understand how a move with apparent limited appeal was ever made. However, it earned 75 million in domestic box office and Rotten Tomatoes gave it a very good grade. So, you have a choice: read the book or watch the movie.
Posted by: long time lurker at February 23, 2014 04:41 PM (ok7Un)
Comes in a little red and white can.
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
you just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.
Posted by: mnw at February 23, 2014 05:09 PM (68RU9)
Most deeply closeted gay Navy movie EVER: "Away All Boats" starring Jeff Chandler.
Posted by: Richard McEnroe at February 23, 2014 07:54 PM (XO6WW)
Posted by: Sam at February 23, 2014 09:46 PM (Tgd6y)
Posted by: OK, thanks, bye at February 25, 2014 09:06 AM (RPDkq)
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